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Budding Saint V

Budding Saint V

We moved to Canada and though I cried with my friends and kissed Pete, promising to try and keep the relationship going. I was secretly relieved. I was determined to start afresh. I was 18 now, going off to University and I wanted to live again. The relationship with Pete broke after two months. Skype … Continue reading Budding Saint V

Budding Saint IV

Budding Saint IV

Our relationship became more advanced after that. We now began to touch each other more and soon our shirts were coming off. We hardly ever cuddled and watched TV anymore without it quickly turning into an almost-naked affair. Soon, we moved from the den to his bedroom and it was here he unzipped his trousers, … Continue reading Budding Saint IV

Budding Saint II

Budding Saint II

That experience never repeated itself again for a while, and that is something I really thank God for now. Something else emerged though: a need, a desire. I was afraid of him, mainly because I did not want to get hurt again, but deep down I knew I had something that he wanted-my body. It’s … Continue reading Budding Saint II

Budding Saint

Budding Saint

At first glance I look like a kid. Most people say I look like I have  just ended puberty and begun my adolescence. I smile. In a way this is right. I’d say I have just come out of puberty and I am now a teenager spiritually, but I digress. That was just a first glance … Continue reading Budding Saint